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“Morning, gorgeous.” He smiles lazily, and I feel it in my chest. Reaching up, I trace his jaw, cheek bones, up over his brows, and down his nose.
He closes his eyes as I memorize him. Every plane, edge, and curve, until I feel as if I could sculp him from memory.
Skimming my fingers over his lips, Alex catches one, and sucks it into his hot mouth, biting down gently.
“Hey,” I say through a short laugh.
“Fair game, baby.” He smirks, pulling me on top of him.
Kissing me soft and sweet, I stroke his jaw.
“I have work,” I sigh, wishing I could just stay like this all day.
“I’ll make us some coffee while you get ready.”
“Thank you.” Kissing him quick, I climb off of him and head for the bathroom, but his groan has me turning back to see him with his arm thrown over his face.
“Babe, you need to hurry up because looking at your fine ass right now has me thinking about dragging you back to bed.”
Laughing, I scurry down the hall to the bathroom and make sure the door is locked behind me. As much as I’d like to have him sneak in here, I can’t be late for work.
The scent of my vanilla body wash envelopes me in the steam of the shower, and I relax under the hot water.
Stepping out, I pat myself dry and then lather my skin in my favorite vanilla sugar body lotion before putting on my face creams and tackling the task of combing out my long hair.
When it’s finally tangle-free, I run some leave-in conditioner through it and leave it to air dry. Scurrying back down the hall, I change into a set of soft pink scrubs and apply a light layer of makeup before going into the kitchen for coffee.
I pour myself a steaming mug and inhale the aroma, taking a sip. The strong, bold flavors burst on my tongue, and I sigh when I swallow. Alex seriously knows how to harness the power of the bean. It’s the same coffee I use in the cabinet, and yet I can’t seem to make it this good. I need to know his secret, but he already told me he wasn’t going to share.
So, I’ll play along. If he wants to make me coffee every morning to feel needed, then so be it. I’d love to wake up in his arms every day.
Whoa, what? Snapping my eyes open, I look around to make sure he’s not here, and I lean against the counter. I can’t be thinking shit like that. Every day? I don’t even know what we are exactly.
I need to take a step back. I need to protect myself for the inevitable fallout, because he may say that he wants to try with me, but trying isn’t a guarantee. So, right there, we have a problem.
Rubbing my forehead, I decide to put it out of my mind until some other time when the man I’m conflicted about isn’t still here.
Stepping out on the back porch, his eyes rake up and down my body, a wide smile spreading across his face, blinding me with his sexiness in the morning light.
“You’re so fucking sexy in scrubs,” he says, and my cheeks heat under his gaze. “And pink? Baby, that’s hot.”
“Alex.” I laugh, taking a seat in the empty chair next to him.
“What? It makes a man wish he was sick so he could have you dressed like that and caring for him.”
“Oh, a man? So, any man then?”
He narrows his eyes and the smile vanishes from his face. “No,” he says curtly. “Not any man. Me. Just me.”
Laughing, I take a sip of my coffee. “Alright, Fonzie, I hear you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” Smiling, I look out at the ocean and the boats dotting the water.
“Do I really look like Fonzie?” he asks, and I laugh again, turning to see him touching his hair self-consciously. Oh, he’s serious.
“No,” I say, smiling at him. “You just remind me of him. And James Dean,” I add.
